Chapter 468
Chapter 468:
Luna stopped crying and stared at him. “What? She’s the one who attacked me. Why should I be the one to apologize p>
Cold sweat broke out across Colton’s forehead. The guilt hit him with a physical force — his legs went unsteady beneath him and he tightened his grip on the railing to stay upright.
“Apologize,” he repeated, his voice flat and rigid.
“No!” Luna shot back. She was frightened of Colton, but she was certain that Victoria and Bryanna would take her side.
“I said apologize p>
The sweat was streaming down his face now. His breathing had grown labored, and he was visibly swaying, his body threatening to give out entirely.
Bryanna looked at him and understood at once that his condition was serious. She turned to Luna. “Stop this and apologize. Now p>
Luna stared at her grandmother, stricken. “How can you side with her p>
“Do as I say.” Bryanna’s concern was not with the truth of what had happened. It was with her grandson, and her tone made that perfectly clear.
Luna pressed her lips together, trembling with the injustice of it. “I’m sorry,” she bit out, then turned on her heel and walked away.
𝘚𝘵𝗈𝗋𝗶e𝗌 𝗒𝘰𝘂 𝘸о𝘯’𝘁 р𝘂t 𝖽o𝘸𝘯 о𝘯 𝗴𝗮𝘭ո𝘰𝘷е𝘭𝘴.c𝗼𝘮
On the second floor, Colton’s strength gave out.
He collapsed onto the floor without another sound.
Before the darkness took him, the last thing he saw was Kristine downstairs on the sofa, looking up at him with an expression that was perfectly, glacially indifferent.
The moment Colton lost consciousness, panic swept through the manor. People scattered in every direction.
Kristine did not move. She sat exactly where she was, composed, and quietly assessed her surroundings. The security at the estate was far tighter than she had anticipated. The chaos unfolding around her was not going to open any doors.
A doctor arrived shortly after, conducted a quick examination, and left just as swiftly.
It wasn’t long before Victoria appeared in the doorway of the upstairs bedroom. She looked over the railing and saw Kristine sitting calmly below, and the sight of it ignited something in her.
“Guards!” she called out sharply. Two bodyguards stepped forward at once.
“Yes, Mrs. Yates p>
“Remove this woman from my house. She is not to be allowed back inside without my express permission.” They nodded and moved toward Kristine, escorting her firmly through the door and out into the night.
Kristine did not struggle. She knew better than to waste the effort against the full weight of the Yates family’s resources.
The guards pushed her down onto the cold ground outside. Because her legs were already so weak and numb, she barely registered the impact. She looked up at the vast, illuminated house and let out a quiet, humorless smile.